and when the world is falling in he'll never bleed
he goes by jones in istanbul and smith in peru
his job's never through

it's time to start this little game of cat and mouse
and try to keep one step ahead / there's strangers in the house
his watch is really a radio, his gun a pen
he knows that it's all gone, no mom, nobody wins

spy world / spy world / spy world / spy world

(I'm kinda tired of wearing these sunglasses